not to mention that the context of standing up to unjust government policing was reinterpreted by 90s skateboard kids as "be a dick to your teachers and parents"
And some of those that burn crosses, are the same that hold office.
From wikipedia:
Zack de la Rocha sometimes changed the lyrics in the second verse from "Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses" to "Some of those that burn crosses are the same that hold office" when playing live.
Truth. My grandpa sang sixteen tons all the time and taught me from a young age that the bourgeoisie doesn't give a fuck about us poor folk and that bootstraps weren't made to pull yourself up with. He taught me to take every advantage in life that I can get and to never stop fighting for what is right.
He lived an absolutely wild life before settling down with my grandma, so his super leftist ways made sense in a dude his age. I have him and my mom to thank for making me such a radical lefty. I'm actually going to the next no kings with my mom lol
He met one of the first ladies, I can't remember which one, in passing in a hotel while he was drunk off his ass. He told her the flowers she was holding were ugly. He only later found out he'd insulted a first lady.
He was also banned from entering the state of New York after he pissed in a rich, influential guy's coat pocket while high as fuck on heroin. Rich dude sent him to PA for rehab instead of having him see jailtime. My grandpa stayed because he met my grandma after leaving the halfway house lol.
The Vengabus is coming, the Vengabus is coming,
The Vengabus is coming, the Vengabus is coming,
The Vengabus is coming, the Vengabus is coming,
The Vengabus is coming, the Vengabus is coming,
The Vengabus is coming, the Vengabus is coming
I've been waiting for the next Vengabus since 1998. Our public transport infrastructure is a fucking joke.
Yes I know my enemies; They're the teachers who taught me to fight me.
Compromise, Conformity, Assimilation, Submission, Ignorance, Hypocrisy, Brutality, The elite - All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
Some say the end is near
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon
Certainly hope will
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bull shit three ring sideshow circus of freaks
PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA
PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA SE NECESITA UN POQUITO DE GRACIA
UN POQUITO DE GRACIA PA'TI PA'MI ARRIBA Y ARRIBA
Y ARRIBA Y ARRIBA
POR TI SERÉ POR TI SERÉ
Right, I think the point of it is: yes, maybe you were treated bad, and we can have sympathy for that, but still, being a Nazi is a choice, no one is making you choose that.
“Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage”
&
“So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you could tell? Did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here”
Jeff Tweedy is, I think, the greatest American lyricist of his generation. His stuff always hits. But for some reason, Wilco- She's a Jar and it's chorus, has always stuck with me.
And then, finally, from one of the greatest flows in the rap game, MF DOOM- Figaro, and this weird ass lyric that has lived rent-free in my head since I heard it
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded,
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed,
Everybody knows the war is over,
Everybody knows the good guys lost,
Everybody knows the fight was fixed,
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich,
That's how it goes,
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking,
Everybody knows the captain lied,
Everybody got this broken feeling,
Like their father or their dog just died,
Everybody talking to their pockets,
Everybody wants a box of chocolates,
And a long-stem rose,
Everybody knows...
I wanna live in the city with no friends or family
I'm gonna look out the window of my color TV
I wanna remember to remember to forget you forgot me
I'm gonna look out the window of my color TV
Just the other day I looked at my father
It was the first time I saw he'd grown old
Canyons through his skin and the rivers that made them
Carve the stories I was told
He said, "Son
I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
When the grip leaves my hand
I know you won't let me down
Go and find your way
Leave me in your wake
Always push through the pain
And don't run away from change
Never settle, make your mark
Hold your head up, follow your heart
Follow your heart
Not the full lyrics but a great song that helped me mourn the losses in my life.
The entire lyric to The Weakerthans - This is a Fire Door, Never Leave Open
Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room
And half illuminate a face before they disappear \
You breathe in forty years of failing to describe a feeling \
I breathe out smoke against a window
Trace the letters in your name
Our letters sound the same
Full of all our changing
That isn't change at all
All straight lines circle sometime
You said, "Somewhere, there's a box full of replacement parts
To all the tenderness we've broken or let rust away."
Somewhere, sympathy is more than just a way of leaving
Somewhere, someone says, "I'm sorry."
Someone's making plans to stay
So tell me it's okay
Tell me anything
Or show me there's a pull
Unassailable
That will lead you there from the dark alone
To benevolence that you've never known
Or you knew when you were four and can't remember
Where a small knife tears out those sloppy seams
And the silence knows what your silence means
And your metaphors, as mixed as you can make them
Are linked like days, together
I still hear trains at night when the wind is right
I remember everything
Lick and thread this string
That will never mend you or tailor more
Than a memory of a kitchen floor
Or the fire door that we kept propping open
And I love this place: the enormous sky
And the faces, hands that I'm haunted by
So why can't I forgive these buildings
These frameworks labeled home?
Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room
And half illuminate a face before they disappear
Hayes Carll sings, in his American Dream song - "Nothing changes, even when it wants to" and that struck me pretty hard.
Older-
Emmylou Harris the whole Red Dirt Girl song, my goodness but particularly "she loved her brother, I remember back when he was fixin up a '49 Indian. He told her "little sister gonna ride the wind, up around the moon and back again." Well he never got farther than Vietnam, I was standing there with her when the telegram come."
@[email protected] my kids absolutely LOVE that Vincent song. It's so good, straight through.
To me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word.
When i go fishing for the words, i am wishing you would say to me, i'm really only praying that, the words you'll soon be saying, like, betray the way you feel about me.
Religion and sex are powerplays
Manipulate the people for the money they pay
Selling skin, selling God
The numbers look the same on their credit cards
Politicians say no to drugs
While we pay for wars in South America
Fighting fire with empty words
While the banks get fat
And the poor stay poor
And the rich get rich
And the cops get paid
To look away
As the one percent rules America
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now
Looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Nope. He's only 5 right now. He's getting to the stage where he's starting to understand stuff more so we've been trying to watch what he hears and sees.
Trying not to cuss like a sailor is hard with my upbringing. Just other day he said "you hornsucker!" Cause he's heard me say "you c---sucker!" When I'm working on something and something goes wrong. His mama got on me like fly to well you k ow.
I got to say. Does Tom ever freaking age? Like dear god.
"At night all the ancients, and the superhuman crew, come out and round up everyone, who knows more than they do."
"Goddam, well I declare, have you seen the like? Their walls are built of cannonballs, their motto is don't tread on me."
"I don't know, but I've been told that it's hard to run with the weight of gold. Other times I've heard it said, that it's just as hard with the weight of lead. One way or another, something's got to give. One way or another, this darkness got to give."
Days, up and down they come
Like rain on a congadrum
Forget most, remember some
But don't turn none away.
Everything is not enough
And nothin' is to much to bear.
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there.
To live is to fly
Low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes.
...
We all got holes to fill
Them holes are all that's real.
Some fall on you like a storm,
Sometimes you dig your own.
The choice is yours to make,
Time is yours to take
Some sail upondive into the sea,
Some toil upon the stone.
To live is to fly
Low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses 🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
not to mention that the context of standing up to unjust government policing was reinterpreted by 90s skateboard kids as "be a dick to your teachers and parents"
And, fuck you!! I won't do what you tell me!!
Fuck me and I'll tell you what to do.
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
And some of those that burn crosses, are the same that hold office.
From wikipedia:
Saw him live. Can confirm.
Di-de-di-da-di-de-do-do
Di-ba-di-de-do
Di-de-de-di-de-de-de-do-do-day-bi-di-do
Di-de-di-da-di-de-do-do
Di-ba-di-de-do
Di-de-de-di-de-de-de-do-do-day-bi-di-do.
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
You can just replace company store with whatever capitalist institution owns you. 🫠
It's all one big company store
^(OK, not all, but it's hard to escape)^
Truth. My grandpa sang sixteen tons all the time and taught me from a young age that the bourgeoisie doesn't give a fuck about us poor folk and that bootstraps weren't made to pull yourself up with. He taught me to take every advantage in life that I can get and to never stop fighting for what is right.
He lived an absolutely wild life before settling down with my grandma, so his super leftist ways made sense in a dude his age. I have him and my mom to thank for making me such a radical lefty. I'm actually going to the next no kings with my mom lol
Sounds like a legend
1000%
He met one of the first ladies, I can't remember which one, in passing in a hotel while he was drunk off his ass. He told her the flowers she was holding were ugly. He only later found out he'd insulted a first lady.
He was also banned from entering the state of New York after he pissed in a rich, influential guy's coat pocket while high as fuck on heroin. Rich dude sent him to PA for rehab instead of having him see jailtime. My grandpa stayed because he met my grandma after leaving the halfway house lol.
Haha, I wanna hang out with him
He was fun lol.
And then one day you find Ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run You missed the starting gun
-Pink Floyd
They do quiet, existential despair like no-one else.
It's the English way
Wish you were here is next level on that front
I almost cry every time I hear those lyrics.
I've been waiting for the next Vengabus since 1998. Our public transport infrastructure is a fucking joke.
Ask not for whom the Vengabus comes, for it comes for thee.
Yes I know my enemies; They're the teachers who taught me to fight me. Compromise, Conformity, Assimilation, Submission, Ignorance, Hypocrisy, Brutality, The elite - All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
What? The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy!
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
The older I get the less I like that one
You can check out, but you can never leave.
They call me the hiphoppopotamus
Flows that glow like phosphorus
Poppin' off the top o' this esophagus
Rockin' this metropolis
I'm not a large water dwelling mammal
Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis?
Steve told me.
Ain't no party like my nana's tea party!
Fuckin magnets, how do they work?
Unforgettable
Have we actually figured out magnetism or is it still some weird thing that just happens?
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! x14
Some say the end is near Some say we'll see Armageddon soon Certainly hope will I sure could use a vacation from this Bull shit three ring sideshow circus of freaks
Learn to swim Learn to swim Learn to swim
*circus sideshow
PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA
PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA SE NECESITA UN POQUITO DE GRACIA
UN POQUITO DE GRACIA PA'TI PA'MI ARRIBA Y ARRIBA
Y ARRIBA Y ARRIBA
POR TI SERÉ POR TI SERÉ
"The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had" Mad World, Tears for Fears.
Stuck with me from when I listenerd originally.
Skibidi Skibidanger
Tequila!
If you tolerate this, then your children will be next.
It's transcended time
Manic Street Preachers are massively underrated. That's a fucking killer song.
If you choose not to decide you still have made a choice. - Freewill by Rush.
I only lived in Germany for a bit, but this one stuck in my head pretty hard. Schrei nach Liebe by Die Ärzte
In particular I like the last line.
"It's all true, but you're still an asshole".
Right, I think the point of it is: yes, maybe you were treated bad, and we can have sympathy for that, but still, being a Nazi is a choice, no one is making you choose that.
“Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage”
&
“So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you could tell?
Did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here”
Jeff Tweedy is, I think, the greatest American lyricist of his generation. His stuff always hits. But for some reason, Wilco- She's a Jar and it's chorus, has always stuck with me.
Another one from Jeff's (I've seen him in concert 5 times already, I can call him Jeff) solo Album, Jeff Tweedy- I know what it's like
And then, finally, from one of the greatest flows in the rap game, MF DOOM- Figaro, and this weird ass lyric that has lived rent-free in my head since I heard it
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded, Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed, Everybody knows the war is over, Everybody knows the good guys lost, Everybody knows the fight was fixed, The poor stay poor, the rich get rich, That's how it goes, Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking, Everybody knows the captain lied, Everybody got this broken feeling, Like their father or their dog just died, Everybody talking to their pockets, Everybody wants a box of chocolates, And a long-stem rose, Everybody knows...
*tha
You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, "Well, how did I get here?"
Abracadabra boom-shacka-dae
I'm Violent J and I'm back like a vertebrae
And I come with a hat full of tricks
Trunk full of Faygo, car full of fat chicks.
ICP. Hocus Pocus
Mnaa mnaa. Do do do do do.
Mnaa mnaa. Do do do do.
Mnaa mnaa. Do do do do do
Do do do, do do do, do do do do do do do do do do.
Remember kids, when in doubt, MNAA MNAA.
M-Make N-Nazis A-Afraid A-Again
The lyrics that come to mind are:
"Badger Badger Badger Badger Mushroom Mushroom"
"Who Has To Know My Dirty Little Secret, Don't Tell Anyone Or You'll Be Just Another Regret"
And various parts of Dragostea Din Tei ( the Numa Numa song )
All of these thanks to my early days on the interwebs.
The universe is shaped exactly like the earth If you go straight long enough, you'll end up where you were
That whole album tbh
Wear sunscreen Wear sunscreen
Or not
The sun ablaze as Maria's foot touches the surface of sand
On northern land, as human contraband
Some rico from Jalisco passed her name to the Boss
She stuffed into a truckbed, she clutches her cross
Here comes the exhaust and it rips through her lungs
She's off fast to the pasture, like cattle she'll cross
Degree 106, sweat and vomit are thrown And she prays and suffocates upon the memories of home
Of Yanqui guns for blood, debts on the loans
Of smoldering fields, rape, rubble and bones
Of graves hidden, trapped up in visions of war
Of nothing, no one, nobody, no more
Hard to pick a RATM song, but Maria is one of my favourite lyrically. Also topical right now
As far as story telling, and war goes, "The General" by Dispatch:
[Verse 1]
There was a decorated general with a heart of gold
That likened him to all the stories he told
Of past battles won and lost, and legends of old
A seasoned veteran in his own time
On the battlefield, he gained respectful fame
With many medals of bravery and stripes to his name
He grew a beard as soon as he could to cover the scars on his face
And always urged his men on
[Verse 2]
But on the eve of a great battle with the infantry in dream
The old general tossed in his sleep and wrestled with its meaning
He awoke from that night to tell what he had seen
And walked slowly out of his tent
All the men held tall with their chests in the air
With courage in their blood and a fire in their stare
And it was a grey morning and they all wondered how they would fare
Till the old general told them to go home
[Chorus]
He said, "I have seen the others, and I have discovered
That this fight is not worth fighting
And I've seen their mothers
And I will no other
To follow me where I'm going
So take your shower, shine your shoes, you got no time to lose
You are young and you must be living
So take your shower, shine your shoes, you got no time to lose
You are young and you must be living
Go now, you are forgiven"
[Verse 3]
But the men stood fast with their guns on their shoulders
Not knowing what to do with their contradicting orders
The general said he would do his own duty but he would extend it no further
The men could go as they pleased
But not a man moved, their eyes gazed straight ahead
Till one by one they stepped back, and not a word was said
And the old general was left with his own words echoing in his head
He then prepared to fight
[Chorus]
He said, "I have seen the others, and I have discovered
That this fight is not worth fighting
And I've seen their mothers
And I will no other
To follow me where I'm going
[Outro]
Go now, you are forgiven
Go now, you are forgiven
Go now, you are forgiven
Go
Please tell mom this is not her fault
ABCDEFG...
La Marseillaise, the French National Anthem.
We need another revolution against the rich. This song should be blasted in front of the houses of rich fucks and whenever they show up in public.
I walk a lonely road, the only road that i have ever known.
❤️
ME YOU BITCHES
"I think you are blind to the fact that the hand you hold is the hand that holds you down."
Everclear - Everything to Everyone
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could've told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Nothing More
"Fade In / Fade Out"
Just the other day I looked at my father
It was the first time I saw he'd grown old
Canyons through his skin and the rivers that made them
Carve the stories I was told
He said, "Son
I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
When the grip leaves my hand
I know you won't let me down
Go and find your way
Leave me in your wake
Always push through the pain
And don't run away from change
Never settle, make your mark
Hold your head up, follow your heart
Follow your heart
Not the full lyrics but a great song that helped me mourn the losses in my life.
Ten million dollars in a losing campaign
Twenty million starving and writhing in pain
Big, strong people, unwilling to give
Small in vision and perspective
One in five kids below the poverty line
One population running out of time
Bad Religion, Punk Rock Song from the album The Gray Race.
Well in that case... I want to speak to their manager. I have many complaints of how things have been running, around the world for decades.
Right now? "Democranz and republicrats" gets me.
Better, it hits harder every year.
Bath Salts by Highly Suspect
The Clash's "(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais"
The entire lyric to The Weakerthans - This is a Fire Door, Never Leave Open
Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room
And half illuminate a face before they disappear \ You breathe in forty years of failing to describe a feeling \ I breathe out smoke against a window
Trace the letters in your name
Our letters sound the same
Full of all our changing
That isn't change at all
All straight lines circle sometime
You said, "Somewhere, there's a box full of replacement parts
To all the tenderness we've broken or let rust away."
Somewhere, sympathy is more than just a way of leaving
Somewhere, someone says, "I'm sorry."
Someone's making plans to stay
So tell me it's okay
Tell me anything
Or show me there's a pull
Unassailable
That will lead you there from the dark alone
To benevolence that you've never known
Or you knew when you were four and can't remember
Where a small knife tears out those sloppy seams
And the silence knows what your silence means
And your metaphors, as mixed as you can make them
Are linked like days, together
I still hear trains at night when the wind is right
I remember everything
Lick and thread this string
That will never mend you or tailor more
Than a memory of a kitchen floor
Or the fire door that we kept propping open
And I love this place: the enormous sky
And the faces, hands that I'm haunted by
So why can't I forgive these buildings
These frameworks labeled home?
Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room
And half illuminate a face before they disappear
Working 9 to 5 What a way to make a livin'...
The complete lyrics hold up very well
A working-class anthem
"i just wanna get really high, smoke weed until i die"
Hey man, nice shot.
Hayes Carll sings, in his American Dream song - "Nothing changes, even when it wants to" and that struck me pretty hard.
Older-
Emmylou Harris the whole Red Dirt Girl song, my goodness but particularly "she loved her brother, I remember back when he was fixin up a '49 Indian. He told her "little sister gonna ride the wind, up around the moon and back again." Well he never got farther than Vietnam, I was standing there with her when the telegram come."
@[email protected] my kids absolutely LOVE that Vincent song. It's so good, straight through.
"I've seen the future. I can't afford it. To tell you the truth sir, someone just bought it." -ABC
Millionaire - ABC
It's the sale 'ol shit Different day Gotta get up Gotta get up
too many to list really.
Top of my head:
To me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word. When i go fishing for the words, i am wishing you would say to me, i'm really only praying that, the words you'll soon be saying, like, betray the way you feel about me.
My mother always told me,
Always be good boy, don't ever play with guns
I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die.
Peter Gabriel - The Rhythm Of The Heat (Peter Gabriel, 1982)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ov3tPrIUbUk
Also French Punk : Bérurier Noir, Porcherie (pig's pen), Translated here : https://lyricstranslate.com/en/porcherie-pigsty.html
Ended with chants "youth shits on the national front"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpH0gre8AQw
Religion and sex are powerplays
Manipulate the people for the money they pay
Selling skin, selling God
The numbers look the same on their credit cards
Politicians say no to drugs
While we pay for wars in South America
Fighting fire with empty words
While the banks get fat
And the poor stay poor
And the rich get rich
And the cops get paid
To look away
As the one percent rules America
“Spreading the Disease” from the album “Operation: Mindcrime” by Queensrÿche (1988)
It is recent, but
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky
But why, why, why can't it be, oh can't it be mine?
_"I'm so appalled, Spalding ball Balding, Donald Trump taking dollars from y'all"
So Appalled - Kanye West
Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now
Looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
“Little old lady got mutilated late last night.”
Werewolves of London again.
My son loves this song. He will sing it word for word howls and all.
Has he seen “The Color of Money” with Tom Cruise and Paul Newman?
https://youtu.be/jM-BDa7Dt6I
Nope. He's only 5 right now. He's getting to the stage where he's starting to understand stuff more so we've been trying to watch what he hears and sees. Trying not to cuss like a sailor is hard with my upbringing. Just other day he said "you hornsucker!" Cause he's heard me say "you c---sucker!" When I'm working on something and something goes wrong. His mama got on me like fly to well you k ow.
I got to say. Does Tom ever freaking age? Like dear god.
“Memories, fading memories, blending into dull tableaux.”
Tequila
I work for my livin', my money's my own
And then that don't like me can leave me alone
"Funky life, I've been told, all that glitters is not gold"
"All that's black is really white, if you can see it"
All coppers are bastards
Every word in this song:
The Things I Do for Money - The Northern Pikes
"At night all the ancients, and the superhuman crew, come out and round up everyone, who knows more than they do."
"Goddam, well I declare, have you seen the like? Their walls are built of cannonballs, their motto is don't tread on me."
"I don't know, but I've been told that it's hard to run with the weight of gold. Other times I've heard it said, that it's just as hard with the weight of lead. One way or another, something's got to give. One way or another, this darkness got to give."
Stuffing corpses full of shit and pain.
They bloviate about a future beyond the moon. To bring about another planet's doom
To discover peaceful life and beat our war-drum to its tune Unless my prayers are answered
Our end is coming soon.
Protest the Hero - Sequoia Throne
The rest of their discography is fantastic, but their lyrics in this album which penned by their former bass player is just another league.
"Please tell me it'll be okay"
Please Tell Me - Jon Worthy and the Bends
You've come far
and though you're far from the end,
You don't mind where you are,
cause you know where you've been
Days, up and down they come Like rain on a congadrum Forget most, remember some But don't turn none away. Everything is not enough And nothin' is to much to bear. Where you been is good and gone All you keep is the getting there.
To live is to fly Low and high, So shake the dust off of your wings And the sleep out of your eyes.
...
We all got holes to fill Them holes are all that's real. Some fall on you like a storm, Sometimes you dig your own.
The choice is yours to make, Time is yours to take Some sail upondive into the sea, Some toil upon the stone.
To live is to fly Low and high, So shake the dust off of your wings And the sleep out of your eyes
Townes Van Zandt
And who the hell are you to tell me that I can’t leave my kid in the car?
WE ALL JUST WANT TO FUCK!! - Tommy Rogers, Between the Buried and Me - The Primer.
The end of a song. Fuck the corporate world biaaatch.
“You'll never thrill the bold
Divisions in the sky
Of whom predestined you to always
Be the last in line” Winners - Deadsy
De-doo-doo-doo, de-daa-daa-daa